Cliff

Paranoia sits comfortably on his shoulder
Whispering grotesquely in his ear

The gleam of the moonlights toothy grin
Beams of his ivory
Adidas All stars

Droplets of rain
Dribble across, his white rimmed spectacles
Clouding his vision

Arriving at the cliff edge
The interior child weeps
Weeps for the regret
Weeps for the sin

The drenched clouds shiver
As thunders malignant tongue
Bellows in the sky

He looks down
Foamy white waves
Beat their fists on the rocky cliff side

Turn back
The soggy foothills don�t look promising either
There�s no going back now
Besides the accomplishment is almost complete

�You won�t even feel a thing�
Three seconds later
It�s done